Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2008 00:21:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Robert <dancer5612004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sleeping Beauty's Guard

It was on this dark hectic evening, that one of the good fairies awakened
me from my slumber, and instructed me to go the top most tower of the
castle to watch over the lovely princess, who was fast asleep.
       I was chosen out of the many because of my valiant past, as well as
devotion to duty. The good fairy said that they would have to leave in
order to save Prince Philip from his bondage with the evil queen, and that
they would prefer to have a lone guard watch over the sleeping princess
while the three fairies were away from the castle.
       Without question, I grabbed a long spear and headed for the castle
tower. I opened the creaky door, and saw what looked like a shimmer of gold
from the heavens loom over the sleeping princess, alone in her bed holding
onto a single rose. Other than the shining bit of golden ray, the rest of
the room was dark, and very quiet. I immediately shut the old wooden door
tight, and bolted it from the inside. Needless to say, the place gave me
the creeps.
       After setting the long spear on the side of the wall next to the
closed door, I sat down on a wooden bench to make myself comfortable, but I
was uneasy and very squimish. I had an unweary feeling that something evil
was afoot, this battle with the queen of another dark and sinister
castle. It all gave me the heebee geebees! And no one else was awake. That
was spooky, me being the lone survivor of a hidden curse.
       Hours went by, and it seemed like days, when I overheard a beastly
roar from the outside castle walls. I couldnt leave my post and abandon the
princess, so I stayed close, no matter what battles I overheard not far
away. Suddenly, a loud shrilling scream could be heard echoing throughout
the land, as if bouncing off the dark clouds themselves.
       And then it was quiet, except for a final rumble of the earth.
       Minutes passed, and I wondered to myself what had happened. I simply
stayed limp on the wooden bench, not quite knowing what to do next. Just
then, a light knock was heard on the door. "Who goes there?" I asked
firmly. "It is I, Prince Philip, and I've come to save the princess from
her evil spell." I grabbed a hold of the spear in one hand and unbolted the
door with the other. Before I had a chance to look out, the Prince (whom I
immediately recognized) bolted his head in thru the door's opening. It was
most certainly him. I know, because I've had a crush on him since I could
remember, but I never had seen him so up close before, just only from a
crowd's distance. He looked tired and sweaty, but eager to accomplish what
he had set to do. I let him enter the room, and allowed him to gaze on the
pure figure of the sleeping princess on the royal bed.
       The Prince said, "I can't tell you how appreciative I am that you
have looked over her like this. I can't believe a guard like you is so
purely devoted." With that said, the Prince began to take off his red cape,
and threw it casually on the floor. It seemed as though he was doing it out
of fatique. "How long have you been up here?" he asked me. I said, "Sire
(I'm not even sure that is the proper responce to a prince, but it just
came out like that), I have been here many hours watching over her, and
it's been exasperating to say the least."
       "I would like to thank you again, and before you leave, may I shake
your hand?" the Prince asked me calmly. I set down the long spear against
the stone wall, and took his hand. His hand was big and muscular, and I
never knew the Prince could be so much better looking from up front, than
the distances I was so accustomed. I don't know what happened, but while we
shook each other's hand, he gave me a long hard quiet look, straight into
my eyes. I am sure he saw me responding with a slight gasp, and I know I
inadvertantly gave way to the feeling I have kept to myself about him. It
was then, I noticed he had not let go of our firm caring grip, and he
gently moved in closer with his tall frame.
       For some reason, and beyond my own comprehension, I abruptly moved
forward a few inches to him. Normally I would have shyed away from such a
move, but his move towards me registered an alternative move in me. Both of
our hands still lay grasped, and he slowly moved closer to me yet. I could
see his powerful legs in his famous green tights silently crawl towards
me. By now, I'm sure I was beginning to sweat, as he reached over and
gently gave me a kiss on the side of my left cheek. My lips kissed him back
on the side of his other cheek. "Your highness, what about the princess?" I
asked. He was breathing heavily, and said, "I don't want to know about the
princess right now. Can you kiss?" "I can kiss," I responded right
back. "Then, shall we?" he nearly breathed that request into my side.
       Yes I kissed him, and it didn't take long for our lips to meet each
other's. At first it was an opened mouth "wanting" kiss, and then the
tongue came out to touch mine. Right there, at the foot of the doorstep was
the Prince, and the guard. . . . making out.
       He was every inch the man I always thought he was, and although he
had just been in a battle, he smelled like honeysuckles. In one surprise
move, he felt his hands over my arms, and embraced me. From there the two
of us got very close standing in that upright position. I eagerly tongued
the side of his strong neckline, as he kissed the side of my hulking
shoulder. And then, for some reason, he got on his knees, and began to hold
me. I couldn't believe it! Here was the absolute Prince Philip embracing my
waistling with secretive anguish. I could hear him moan silently. Then he
got up, and said to me, "Let's go to the bed." I couldn't believe he was
asking me this, but I thought that a chance like this would not come around
anytime soon, if ever. So he took my hand, as if wer were secret lovers,
and walked me over to the side of the sleeping princess. On one side of the
bed, was plenty of room, and I sat on the end of it, while Philip took off
his shirt. There he was,
 like a marble sculpture, half naked with only his green tights to enclose
him from the elements.
       His brownish hair was mussed at this point, which actually made him
look sexier, and he moved in closer to me by proping his right leg on the
satin sheet bed. He let me touch his strong abs, and hard nipples, and I
immediately put both of my wanting hands around his strong firm buttocks,
and squeezed them. He let out a strong gasp, and I think even put his head
upward while I did this. I have always wanted to touch his legs, and now I
was doing it with no complaint from him. He was enjoying every moment of my
exploration of him, and I felt like a hungry visitor at an open
banquet. KING size, of course.
       After several minutes of frollicking, he turned down to me and asked
me, "have you always felt this way about me?" I nodded an affirmative,
"Yes, I've always thought you were the most handsomest thing I ever
saw. That doesn't bother you does it?" Trying to act innocent, I thought.
       "No. In fact, I have been thinking about men quite recently, even
thought I know I had a duty, and was currently betrothed. I don't know how
to explain it, but I know it sounds funny, but I have noticed you also, for
some time now. It's just plain coincedence that you were here when I
arrived. Strange isn't it?"
       "Oh, your highness, i wish we could have gotten to know each other
sooner, or better, but I'm sure after this, we can never be together again
ever. Do you think?"
       He looked silent, and began to kiss the side of my cheek again. "I
don't know," he said, "but whatever it is, I'm enjoying the moment. Shall
we?" Needless to say we made love. In spite of the endearing presence of
the princess, the two of us.. .  got it on! And we didn't just make love,
but we made animal love. Both of us, becoming half naked with lust, found
ourselves on the thick rug floor, and made heavy breathing animal love
lust..  .just the two of us. It seemed like hours, minutes, seconds, but
the event kept on and on throughout the night, and I was at the bottom of
his seething top. Those strong legs of his went to work on me like he had
never had a relationship before, and I let him have all of me, and whatever
he could take, because he was gentle, as well as strong. His tights were
off, and his sweaty body stroked up and down against mine. Then I could
hear it, the sound I am sure many a soul would have killed for. The sound
of the handsome Prince beginning
 to cum, in darkened room ecstacy. Both his luscious eyes were closed and
his head held upward, as his buttocks pressed themselves into mine, wanting
the ultimate feeling of making love.
       And I let him have it! I allowed him to squirt his hot juicy cum all
throught the top part of my body. He bent his head downward as it was
happening, and the long part of his hair brushed against my forehead. He
was sweating profusely, as his hulking fucking motion drove itself to the
hilt into mine, with a slowing grace.
       He swiftly got up on his feet, and without hesitation, said,
"THANKS!"
       There I was, laying on the rug, dumbfounded, and not knowing what to
say.
       "Now, about the princess", he said, as he quickly attempted to
dress. Just then, the two of us overheard a loud female yawn. We looked
over, and to our astonishment, the princess had already gotten to her feet
in full gown. The Prince looked shaken, not knowing what to
say. "Princess," he said, "I thought you were asleep!"
       The princess still stretching and yawning said, "who could sleep
through all that."

  THE END

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